My dick is hard in my hand. What is it about the surly bitch that affects my cock so much? Her feistiness makes me want to bend her over the fucking bed and spank that fire right out of her. The water is hot, refreshing, but it still doesn’t tame the strength of my hard-on.
Being almost pinned against her, having those fat tits push against my chest, and those daring green eyes have done it. She’s a fighter, and that little spark is a huge turn on. I’m used to bitches fawning all over me, following me around like a begging dog. Getting nothing from me only makes them try harder. No woman has ever talked shit to me, stood up for herself, or had the balls to call our club or brothers names. Although it won’t be tolerated, can’t be, her fire triggers my own.
“Fuck!” I hiss when I give in and start to stroke my hand up and down.
I’d been hard since she had walked out of the bathroom in my tee, the impression of her perky nipples visible through the thin material, and those creamy legs smooth as sin.
I close my eyes and imagine climbing those legs like a fucking ladder, licking my way higher and higher until I reach heaven. I bet she tastes like fucking heaven on my tongue too. The fantasy of her moans echoes in my ears and I fuck my fist harder, eager for release.
Cum splatters the tiles and I bite down on my lip to suppress the loud moan I know will be overheard. My body jerks in pleasure and I gasp for breath, trying to calm the fuck down. Fucking bitches. I’m sure God only created them to taunt the shit out of men.
I am surprised by what she told me though. Usually, club’s prize president’s daughters, treating them like trophies to show off, and for some reason, it angers me that Brig appears to be the opposite. I had held respect for him, but now I’m not so sure. I’m not sure I want to do business with a man who holds no family values. Family—blood or not—is fucking paramount. When the princess becomes my old lady, she will instantly get respect from me and my club. That’s just how it is. Although, I won’t tell her that. Our own princess, my baby sister, Rhiannon, is adored by every brother in our club. She is a princess and acts like one. She’s the polar opposite of Avery.
I can smell her scent on the towel as I dry myself, the sweet aroma that is entirely her, so I take my time, hoping she’ll have that tight little body of hers tucked up in bed by the time I finish. A part of me wants to slide my hands up the outside of her creamy thighs, slowly lifting my tee to see what hidden treasures she’s covering up. But I know she’ll never want that.
As predicted, Avery is already curled up in bed with the duvet tucked under her chin. She’s using the damn thing like a fortress, wary of what I might do.
“Don’t worry, princess. As I said, I have no intention of touching you. You don’t need to suffocate yourself.”
She doesn’t answer me but I know she’s not asleep. My eyes remain on her still form as I settle into the chair again, pulling the sheet up and around my waist. It’s too fucking hot in here to be doing the shit she’s doing; she’s obviously willing to die in her sleep from heat exhaustion.
“Slade.” Her voice is quiet, almost a whisper.
“Yeah.”
She pauses.
“Spit it out, princess.”
I hear her lick her lips. Although I’m patient and wait her out, what I really want to do is shake the damn anxiety out of her.
“I…” She turns to face me, and I’m surprised by the look of worry on her face. She bites her bottom lip, the action once again playing shit with my dick, and blows out an encouraging breath. “I don’t think you understand how my father works.”
Tilting my head, I regard her and wait for her to clarify.
“He’ll kill you all for this.”
Hearing someone tell me that is agitating. I want to laugh, dark and cruel, at her foolish words. She clearly doesn’t know who she’s held by, but it’s concern on her lips, not a threat.
Clicking my tongue, I consider what she’s saying and shrug. “But you said yourself that your father hates you. Maybe he’ll be glad to be rid of you.”
Hurt covers her face and I watch it sink in. I’m right, and I’m not sure whether I like that fact or not. I hadn’t meant to hurt her, just mock her false worry. She acts as though she fears for me, but in reality, she’s hoping her daddy will ride up and save her.
She nods slowly. “Yeah.”
“Sweetheart,” I try when she turns back over, but she shakes her head, dismissing me. “What’s Cutters’ loss is Lilith’s gain.”
Her body stiffens and, once again, I’m angry at where this fucking compassion is coming from. I shouldn’t give two shits about her feelings or what she wants, but there’s something about this chick that bites at a part deep down inside me. It’s not a good feeling. It’s like an annoying flick inside my gut, a twitch in my mind, and I need rid of it.
“Sleep!” I demand, firmer than I’d intended.
Her body sinks into the bed and her breathing levels out, her exhaustion, and my command allowing her to quickly give in to what she needs. The curve of her form as my cell lights up on the nightstand has me biting my lip again.
Avery doesn’t even flinch when I grab my phone, the deep sleep she’s in annulling any disturbance to her resting mind.
Prez: Brig’s on the hunt for the bitch. Make it tomorrow.
Sighing, I slip my phone in my pocket, leaving his message unanswered. She told Brig she’s staying at Jenna’s, but if he went there and they were absent, he must think she’s up to something. She’ll need to message him tomorrow to get him to back off.
I should bury Brenner in this fucking hole he’s dug for me and lay him to rest in his own fucked up shit. All my damn life I’ve been mending whatever he broke, fixing all the fuck ups he’s made. But this time, the cost of his kill spree is of epic proportions. And, of course, it’s a price that I have to pay, not him.
Fucking married. To a Cutters bitch, no less. I’m not husband material; I’m not even relationship material. I give bitches an orgasm and nothing else. I have a couple of chicks I like to let my dick visit, and they are women who have no part of my world. They know the score and never ask for more, and if I ever thought they were getting too clingy, I’d end it and find a new warm body to park my urges in.
My gut twists at the thought of being hooked to a chick and nausea lays heavy in the pit of my stomach. It’s all fucked up.
My eyes move back to the bed, to my future old lady. I know she’s as against this as I am, yet for different reasons. But tomorrow she will step up and fix the shit Brenner brought on us. She will pay half the bill that my cunt of a brother tallied up, and she will stand by Lilith’s Army for the rest of her life.
I can’t help but worry that the cost of this will be more than our freedom. A war is coming. I can feel it in the depths of my soul. And for Avery, choosing a side is going to be costlier than she can ever imagine.